<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820243724516726558</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:43:13.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDY JEANNE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyjeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820243724516726558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyjeanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Randy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRFyZox8xmE/TmUliQk4P6I/AAAAAAAAB4M/uCTuJ_YRU60/s220/LEFTOVERSCOVER3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820243724516726558.post-1480107862645485818</id><published>2011-09-06T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:47:19.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;WELCOME to my home on the web! It still has that new-car smell, doesn't it? Hope you dropped by to learn about my books, 'cuz this is the place for it!&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rose waited too long to get married...now she's stuck with &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LEFTOVERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Call  her an anti-feminist, but Rose Thornton doesn't care about 'having it  all.' She just wants a husband and kids of her own to make up for  inheriting the step-family from hell at the age of ten. Impending  marriage to her boss John Worthington (the third, and a doctor no less!)  bodes well for the dream...until she catches him with a hussy who turns  out to be pregnant with his child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Out of a job, temporarily  bunking with a girlfriend, but still fiercely attached to her goal, Rose  goes the Murphy Brown route, with only two minor glitches to solve: no  money...no sperm. She gets the finances handled, then proceeds with  daddy donor options: there's the "baby back-up" (her ex-beau who  promised to do the deed if they managed to hit forty still childless);  the Internet sperm bank (who knew swimmers were only a click away?); and  ... well ... there's dating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Meanwhile, there's also Sam  Sheridan--father of two daughters and married to Rose's sister, Angie.  Only Angie's currently on hiatus in Borneo doing a spiritual cleanse,  and Sam's bi-coastal job's left him needing someone to watch the girls.  Who better than a family member like jobless, homeless, Rose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Treading  in her sister's stilettos is pathetic enough, but when Rose finds  herself falling for Sam, it's her worst nightmare come true. Talk about  leftovers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Leftovers-ebook/dp/B005FRFSPK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1315372843&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;AMAZON&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/leftovers-randy-jeanne/1104695266?ean=2940013619203&amp;amp;itm=1&amp;amp;usri=randy%2bjeanne"&gt;BARNES &amp;amp; NOBLE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/leftovers/id455612132?mt=11"&gt;Apple iBook Store&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/78561"&gt;SMASHWORDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;STEALING AMY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Amy Harrington can’t believe her pathetic life’s been hijacked by some  chick named Casey Carlisle. When a false arrest becomes a major  inconvenience (not to mention a little sticky for her society  conscious-mother), Amy tracks the identity thief to Mexico and poses as  Casey herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;In the land of Margaritas and Mariachis, Amy  (masquerading as Casey) meets architect Nick Cavenaugh whose got  identity issues of his own. Seems some friend (some friend!) stole his  company and his fianceé. Now he’s headed for a swank Mexican resort  hoping to secure the lucrative contract that will jump start his new  firm. Too bad for Nick his assistant misses the trip, and the poor guy's  not not so reliable on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Far be it from Amy to jeopardize  the man’s second chance at success, but when she discovers the real  Casey has moved on to the same swank resort, who can blame her for  wangling a temporary job with the guy? So what if she doesn’t exactly  come clean about her real name, who she’s after, or why she’s really in  Mexico? What Nick doesn’t know can’t hurt him...can it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;When Amy gets them stranded in the sweltering Mexican jungle, the adventure begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stealing-Amy-ebook/dp/B0051GXQL8/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1315372843&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;AMAZON&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/stealing-amy-randy-jeanne/1103391057?ean=2940011314322&amp;amp;itm=3&amp;amp;usri=randy%2bjeanne"&gt;BARNES &amp;amp; NOBLE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/stealing-amy/id443074819?mt=11"&gt;APPLE iBOOK STORE&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/78561"&gt;SMASHWORDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LIGHTS! CAMERAS! LOVE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aspiring sitcom writer Daphne Smith is bored. So bored, in fact, she's  taken to blogging as a fictional seductress named Sexy Sascha. Hey, it's  seemingly harmless and a great way for Daphne to live out fantasies  about her boss, the dreamy and oh-so-unattainable Josh Swenson. So what  if "Sascha's" tales of lust have become the talk of Tinseltown? Daphne's  a mere peon at JRT Studios, and more like Ugly Betty than Sexy Sascha,  so who's gonna connect the dots?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;But someone does. Someone with a  grudge. Anonymous threats appear on Sascha's blog, and a series of  "accidents" seem designed to make Daphne look suicidal, psycho, or both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just as the man of her dreams offers her the TV job of a lifetime, is Daphne doomed to be cancelled...permanently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lights-Cameras-Love-ebook/dp/B0053D4ZQO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1315372843&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;AMAZON&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lights-cameras-love-randy-jeanne/1103649847?ean=2940011323744&amp;amp;itm=2&amp;amp;usri=randy%2bjeanne"&gt;BARNES &amp;amp; NOBLE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/lights%21-cameras%21-love%21/id444138465?mt=11"&gt;APPLE iBOOK STORE&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/62897"&gt;SMASHWORDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820243724516726558-1480107862645485818?l=randyjeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820243724516726558/posts/default/1480107862645485818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820243724516726558/posts/default/1480107862645485818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyjeanne.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-writing-journey-begins-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Randy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRFyZox8xmE/TmUliQk4P6I/AAAAAAAAB4M/uCTuJ_YRU60/s220/LEFTOVERSCOVER3.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
